I have a classy class,
Of a huge mass,
On the right side
I reside,
Just next to the window.
I like my class,
Despite some, who hardly pass.
But what to do,
Maybe, buckle my shoe!
But now that I come to think of it,
The do really need
to work for it.
We have a big cupboard,
And a huge blackboard
...and two soft boards
...and......
Well, my class is a mixture,
Which, thank god,
is impossible to separate.
Just till the last day,
When we shall all flee away,
Devouring these thoughts,
Into another world,
another class,
Just another
Classy class!